SPEND SUMMER BY THE SEA!
I am delighted to be joining Sue Moorcroft on tour today with an extract from her just released novel, A Summer to Remember. Published with Avon Books, it is Sue Moorcraft’s fourteenth full-length novel and is set in a fictional village in the north of Norfolk.
Heat described Sue’s writing as ‘Effortlessly engaging…’ and author Katie Fforde is quoted as saying that ‘I love all of Sue Moorcroft’s books!
So what is A Summer to Remember about? Here’s all you need to know…
[ About the Book ]
WANTED! A caretaker for Roundhouse Row holiday cottages.
WHERE? Nelson’s Bar is the perfect little village. Nestled away on the Norfolk coast we can offer you no signal, no Wi-Fi and – most importantly – no problems!
WHO? The ideal candidate will be looking for an escape from their cheating scumbag ex-fiancé, a diversion from their entitled cousin, and a break from their traitorous friends.
WHAT YOU’LL GET! Accommodation in a chocolate-box cottage, plus a summer filled with blue skies and beachside walks. Oh, and a reunion with the man of your dreams.
PLEASE NOTE: We take no responsibility for any of the above scumbags, passengers and/or traitors walking back into your life…
GET IN TOUCH NOW TO MAKE THIS A SUMMER TO REMEMBER
Please read on for an extract….
[ Extract ]
‘How about you come and sit on the bench outside for some fresh air,’ he suggested gruffly. ‘I brought coffee stuff. I’ll make some.’
‘Perfect, thank you.’ She managed to roll to her knees and then to her feet, aware of him hovering at her elbow as she struggled across to the back door and out to a black-painted bench on the edge of the circular patio. Vaguely, she took in a cardboard box half full of weeds and a spade and fork lying on the grass beside a dog bowl of water. A mower waited on a half-cut lawn speckled with daisies, the scent of new-mown grass increasing her nausea. She lowered herself until the wooden slats felt firm beneath her as a big, dark grey dog jumped up from a sun-splashed patch of lawn, beating his tail and holding his head awkwardly cocked as he regarded her.
‘Oh, bless, he only has one eye!’ she said, automatically extending her hand to be sniffed.
‘He’s a rescue. I took him because I could call him Nelson and he’d fit right in here. Will you be all right for two minutes?’ Aaron was already stepping away.
She nodded carefully and the myriad colours of the garden made her vision spin like a colour wheel. Shutting her eyes helped, especially when Nelson lodged his head on her leg as if in comfort, and when Aaron returned she was able to half-open her eyes again.
‘Here,’ he murmured, proffering a mug of milky coffee and a cereal bar.
Shakily, she took them. ‘Thank you.’
Clancy sipped and nibbled her way through the small repast, Aaron beside her in not-very-companionable silence.
Aaron had seated himself so he could observe Clancy until her coffee cup was empty and Nelson was nosing the wrapper from the cereal bar on the lawn. The breeze stirred her streaky chestnut fringe and flipped the ends of her hair from her shoulders. What had happened to her? She looked like a pale echo of the sleek, beautiful, mythical creature who’d once flashed into his life and out again.
He’d never apologised for the things he’d said – shouted – when Alice had all but destroyed his brother. He’d been too taken up with Lee, who’d stopped eating, acting, at only twenty-eight years old, as if his life was over.
‘I’m surprised you want to move here,’ he said, trying to focus on the present. ‘Nelson’s Bar’s a far cry from London. I can’t imagine wanting to live in a city, the sky only showing between the huge buildings you spend your life in, breathing stale air and looking out of windows that don’t open, but it’s what you’re used to.’
Purchase Link ~ A Summer to Remember
[ Bio ]
Sue Moorcroft writes award-winning contemporary fiction of life and love. She also writes short stories, serial, articles, columns, courses and writing ‘howto’.
An army child, Sue was born in Germany and then lived in Malta, Cyprus and the UK and still loves to travel.
Twitter ~ @SueMoorcroft